What makes me flawless is the color of my skin

They try to determine it by the texture of my hair

And simply not by the person with in

I am perfectly flawed into a flawless perfection

People talk, yes it's true

But if you were as flawless as me you'd talk to

I'm a walking flaw to society

So when I walk by their becomes an attack of anxiety

The shade of my skin and my history makes me the strongest

Born into a culture that has been shut down & out for the longest

I am flawed by perfection into perfection

Sin may not be the color of your selection

Blessed with a flaw that makes me flawless

Too bad they can't see it because they're so cautious

I was born like this and I wouldn't change it

One young, flawless, black woman & there's no way to rearrange it